But Listen To Me. For One Moment

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

Remember God So Much That You Are Forgotten. Let The Caller And The Called Disappear; Be Lost In The Call.

Faith In The King Comes Easily In Lovely Times, But Be Faithful Now And Endure, Pale Lover.

What Comes, Will Go. What Is Found, Will Be Lost Again. But What You Are Is Beyond Coming And Going And Beyond Description.

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.